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de Nonô

Why you be trippin' up?
You say my love's a drug
Check into rehab
About time you see that

I don't do politics
Really don't care 'bout it
Honestly, baby
That shit is shady

I don't mean to be rude
But it ain't me, baby, it's you
I wish you could call the truth
You just too crazy

Flip my cards up, there's no we
Spell it out like ABC
I ain't yours, don't call on me, no
So loco gotta let go

Loco gotta let go
Loco gotta let go
Loco gotta let go
So loco gotta let go

Why you still call me up?
You text in hope we fuck
Honestly, baby
That shit's too basic

I don't need a boy to be flexin', no
Go back to your ex, should be texting her
Oh love, oh love, oh love
Straight up, straight up, straight up

And I left hands up, there's no ring
Spell it out like ABC
I ain't yours, don't call on me, no
So loco gotta let go

Loco gotta let go
Loco gotta let go
Loco gotta let go
So loco gotta let go

It's been real nice
Couple of times hanging out in the backyard
Talking shit, smoking green
We got a bed, but we don't sleep

It's been real nice
Couple of times, but you're taking it too far
Boy, you better back down
Back down, say: Loco gotta let go

Loco gotta let go
Loco gotta let go
Loco gotta let go
So loco gotta let go

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